We draw your eyes to our images: Carrot and stick
We've got a sense for what makes you tick
The more out of reach, the more desperate you'll be trying to get it
We're the sweet distraction sure to provoke a reaction
We'll show you what you need: You can be sure this world is yours if you're paying for it
Once we've got your attention we might sell you something you don't have the cash to pay
Put it on credit
Pay by instalment
Sit back and chill: and wait for your consignment

We make you pay to eat
We make you pay to sleep
We make you pay to breathe
We make you pay for any pleasures you could come up with
Now we reached our goals: We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe
Now you're dead on the whole because you're bound to pay us off
At the end of a tiresome day of repetitive work without having a say you crave for nothing more then mere dispersal:
Turn on the TV and switch off reality
And here we are back again with our screens of perfection: The perfect distraction
Fancy cars, furbished shopping marts: All that it takes to make you fall for our candy-bars
What a fertile symbiosis: You help us pay our bills
And in turn we assist you: Keep treading the mill
We set the standards
We embody all you ever wanna be
We play with your insecurities
We make you feel miserable